It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
Here is another side of the story about my first day in the enchanted woods that I left out of my previous post. Java, poor girl, dragged up north to lay around waiting for me to take her out to explore. Sitting at the cabin’s small dining table, with its wooden chairs that are too…
There were minor adjustments to the garden this morning when Latte was terrorizing my pepper plants. I should have bought Habanero — that would have cured her. Instead I gated the deck. Latte also jumped into my pot where cucumbers are planted so I put tomato cages to block her jumps. Did I mention that…
I watched Java walk past me for the tenth time as I listened to the rhythmic sound of paw, toenail drag; paw, toenail drag. Then silence. Java stands, nose to the wall, staring. I wait for her to whisper “open sesame” and for the wall to comply and let her through. But soon the paw,…
Each night I set my boats to sea and leave them to their bawdy business. Whether they drift off maddened, moon-rinsed, or dock in the morning scuffed and chastened— is simply how it is, and I gather them in. ~ from “Describe Yourself in Three Words or Less” by Rita Dove (this poem and eleven…
I’m wondering what December is about, if it has to be about something, which I think it does, as I’m feeling groggy-headed and unbalanced. Like someone stumbling out of a cave into too bright sunlight.
Only seven days into my 100 day challenge I was already becoming discouraged. Feeling overwhelmed, it was time to rethink my plans and build in some spaciousness.
